The Sea God halted at Anchor Bay, a few miles away from the dock, with pirate escort ships around to prevent Doringger from landing.
Still, another line of defense had to be added.
The Ox had arranged for the Twelfth Team because the Merfolk were more adept at water combat, positioning them at the very rear as insurance; even if their lines were breached, they could block any reckless thing approaching from the sea.
The outer city, like something out of a post-apocalyptic punk wasteland, had already become a Ghost City.
The hellish meat grinder was about to arrive.
Fen's Spiritual Body received the instructions, relaying them back to the original entity.
On the Sea God.
"Adjust and open fire,"
Fen issued the command.
As the circular pedestal of the Magic Ship Cannon required a complicated calibration process and intricate operating commands, necessitating long-term training, several people had to coordinate to operate a single cannon.
